Soft, soundless summer rain
I think it strange
No electric light show
No ruckus of thunder
Only misty cloak of heaven
Almost apologetic
Trying hard not to disturb
Kissing thirsty petals
Sating creation's desires
Subduing earth's clamor
If only for a spell
Pouring out puddles
As one child splashes
I remember another
Certain summers ago
Fearless, laughing at life
I lament his loss
Ponder what became
(He, being me)
Ofttimes
He would seek cover
But for this day only, he remains
Splashing, laughing at life
Some may think it strange
I think it strange
No electric light show
No ruckus of thunder
Only misty cloak of heaven
Almost apologetic
Trying hard not to disturb
Kissing thirsty petals
Sating creation's desires
Subduing earth's clamor
If only for a spell
Pouring out puddles
As one child splashes
I remember another
Certain summers ago
Fearless, laughing at life
I lament his loss
Ponder what became
(He, being me)
Ofttimes
He would seek cover
But for this day only, he remains
Splashing, laughing at life
Some may think it strange